A Soldier Is One Who Fights As...... Poem by Ruma Chaudhuri

Tears are still wet
Feelings are still not dry
I am in the middle of the field
'Kill them, or you should die.'

Thousand miles I have to go
Thousand people in a row
'kill them, or, you should die'
I am hearing my baby's cry.

Miles to go before I sleep
Thousand people I have to kill
My wife's eyes are full of tears
No one is there to wipe or heal.

'Our movement is for freedom.'
'We are doing for......the reason.'
Both have reasons with lies.
I am seeing only her tearful eyes
and hearing my baby's cry.